Poems About Despair Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about despair published by members recently online.
I know some of your secrets
I know enough
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
#crush
#despair
#lover
#lust
#temptation
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I know some of your secrets
I know enough
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
#crush
#despair
#lover
#lust
#temptation
182 reads
22 Comments
I know some of your secrets
I know enough
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
#crush
#despair
#lover
#lust
#temptation
182 reads
22 Comments
I know some of your secrets
I know enough
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
#crush
#despair
#lover
#lust
#temptation
182 reads
22 Comments
I know some of your secrets
I know enough
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
Maybe I’d like a few more
Perhaps not
I’m greedy
Not stupid
The fringe is paradise
Cold mornings
Despair in personal heat
You control my lust
Thermometer shatters
Mercury poisoning
Mercy ….
#crush
#despair
#lover
#lust
#temptation
182 reads
22 Comments
What Could Have Been
In my black garment,
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
#despair
#grief
#loneliness
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What Could Have Been
In my black garment,
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
#despair
#grief
#loneliness
83 reads
What Could Have Been
In my black garment,
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
mourning the lost chances
that slipped through my fingers
like windblown, fine sand.
With tear-stained cheeks,
and aching eyes,
a witness to every shattered hope,
making the world so dull.
There is no moon to cry to,
and no arms to fall into,
from the haunting
of what could have been.
#despair
#grief
#loneliness
83 reads
London Bridge is Falling Down
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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London Bridge is Falling Down
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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0 Comments
London Bridge is Falling Down
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
in the nightshade of the unhinged mind
decaying from within a breathless soul
naked unadorned fading into obscurity
from an agnostic path of despair
listening to voices from the grave
in the abstract of obsessive schizophrenia
"London Bridge is falling down..."
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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0 Comments
Born with nothing
Bring in your gods
Before they rust
Young man
Born with nothing
Deep holes in his pockets and heart
Left to scream
Never heard
On any street in this world
Go ahead...
Pick a city
Any city
It don't matter
Born with nothing
Born to die
Before they rust
Young man
Born with nothing
Deep holes in his pockets and heart
Left to scream
Never heard
On any street in this world
Go ahead...
Pick a city
Any city
It don't matter
Born with nothing
Born to die
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#poverty
#rejection
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DU Poetry : Poems About Despair Published by Members Recently Online